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dead of night

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    I will miss nights like this.  There is a hustle and bustle all around.

    Like being in another world.  Restless, messy.

    The sky was raining, and the air was sticky and humid.  I don't have an umbrella.  The rain slapped on the body, and the momentary coolness went straight to the heart.  Calm down the irritable mood.

    A brightly lit city.

    Slowly penetrate the darkness of the night.

    With headphones in my ears, I listened to a lot of songs.  I want to write a confession about Satsuki.  As the last character to appear in the Blue Forest, there are too few scenes to set off the fullness of the characters.  But it has not been written yet.  I'm starting to struggle with the ending of the blue forest.

    I want to restore the memory of the Forest Festival.  All the "I thinks" are going through the mind.  On this inexplicably happy night, a night I should miss.

    I was immersed in the plot of the novel and couldn't extricate myself, maybe it was because I put too much effort into it.  About what I write, I rarely read it.  But now I can calm down and watch it again.

    Inspiration comes from life, but it is higher than life.  Like me, a person who doesn't go out of the door and doesn't go out, stays at home except for work, how can I experience life faster?

    As an introvert, I try to communicate with the outside world.  But I can't open my heart.  For so many years, I have been used to keeping my thoughts in my heart.  Expressing emotion is more reserved.

    There are many places in the blue forest that are not well written.  It's also not professional about the skills I have mastered.  Inevitably there will be mistakes.  Sometimes there will be exaggerated foreshadowing plots, resulting in the loss of the original innocence.

    It is always my regret about the ending.

    The ending that is too sad is not what I hoped for.  Like a water outlet, the originally wide channel was suddenly tightened by me, caught off guard, a little too impatient.

    suddenly realized his ignorance.

    Every common sense of life that appears in the book, some of which I have not experienced, will choose to inquire on the Internet, not wanting to cause misunderstandings to readers.

    Too much sadness overflows the body.  Like every sad song I have ever heard, when I listen to it, I will fall into the endless sadness without knowing it.

    I should be an optimistic person.  Face the hardships in life happily.  When I put aside my identity as a creator, what exists in this world is just the most ordinary people.  I have the seven emotions and six desires, right and wrong, good and evil, joy and sorrow

    I know reading in bed is bad for your eyes, but I've always loved reading in bed.  Sometimes when I fell asleep, the book would slide down my arm and land next to the pillow, without even turning off the light.  When I woke up, the pages of the book were already crumpled under the weight of my head.  I like books, but I don't cherish books.  Many of the books I have read are incomplete.

    The power of words cannot be surpassed by TV dramas.  I finished watching the East Palace.  When I went to watch TV dramas, although those actors played very well, they only showed emotion, but no artistic conception.

    I wonder if one day what I write will be made into a TV series. When I sit in front of the TV and watch it, can I still laugh out loud even when I see the sad part?  I realized my ignorance and cruelty, towards life, towards others, towards myself.

    The leaves of the Chinese toon tree are fragrant from season to season.  It has a different taste when fried with eggs.  The freshness of the eggs is mixed with the bitterness of the toon leaves, just like the ups and downs of life.  Slowly adapt and gradually grow up.

    I have no connection with my childhood playmates.  There is very little contact with parents.  My days are busy and full.

    I will miss nights like this.

    The darkness spread around, gradually permeating the space I was in.  I was wrapped in invisible loneliness, looking for a light with my bright eyes.

    Many people have already fallen asleep.  They couldn't see the sky in the early morning, couldn't hear the sound of rain falling in the sky, and couldn't imagine such a quiet night that filled all their minds.

    At noon, I had a dream.  dreamed of a person.  You should see that person's face.  But it has not been seen through.  Maybe there is such a person in my heart.

    Whether he looks good or not, I don't know.

    But he understands my dark side.  Know that I like the dark but because I am afraid of the excitement of the day.  Knowing that I like to hide in the least noticeable place of the crowd is because of my inferiority complex.

    I am good at disguising and lying So on this quiet night, I let go of all my defenses and returned to nature.  Like a baby returning to its mother's body, like rain falling on the earth, everything returns to its original place.

    I am one with my soul.  Completely overthrow the devil living in my heart to the ground.  It no longer grabs my pain, no longer calls out my incompetence.

    The stomach is suddenly hungry.

      I really want to drink a bowl of chicken soup.  Chicken soup with thick gravy.  Warm the tired stomach and warm the cold heart.

    At three o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.

    I am trapped in this darkness.

    There was no sound from a distance.

    Have the flowers in the rain withered, and have the leaves of those big trees been scattered all over the place?  Has the water in the potholes splashed on pedestrians?

    Whose child will wake up crying for milk at this time?  Who else stays out all night just to get drunk?  Who will remember who, and who will remember whom?

    I saw the red pieces of clothing swaying in the wind, like flying flags announcing victory.  The thoughts of thousands of troops surged in his chest.  With the patter of rain outside the window.

    The night is not peaceful.

    But I will miss nights like this.

    Let me have no defenses, let me give full play to my willfulness.

    I'm just me.

    The only me in the world.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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